Ch318- Another Curse?

Ch318- Another Curse?

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As he studied the image, Harry noticed a faint glow emanating from certain sections of the castle: the Gryffindor Tower, Ravenclaw’s spire, the Hufflepuff kitchens, and, of course, the Chamber of Secrets. These areas pulsed with a deeper, older magic—each connected to the Founder it represented. The Gryffindor common room glowed in shades of red and gold, its walls reinforced with protective charms that burned fiercely, radiating warmth and courage. It was as if the very air in that tower carried Gryffindor’s bold spirit, and Harry could feel it calling to him, a challenge etched into the magic.

Rowena’s spire glimmered in blue and silver, layered with enchantments that pulsed with wisdom and clarity. The magic here was precise, calculated, spiraling in patterns that hinted at the clarity of thought and intellect that Ravenclaw prized. There was a strange beauty in its simplicity, a calm and quiet intensity that felt miles away from the fierceness of Gryffindor’s tower.

Addition to that, the seventh floor of the castle felt like the essence of Rowena herself, an embodiment of intellect and insight woven directly into the stone and magic of the space. Here, every inch seemed charged with a refined energy, a blend of wisdom and hidden power as if Rowena’s spirit had seeped into the walls, binding her legacy into the castle's foundation. Her magic radiated from the floors to the ceilings, spiraling upward in graceful, quiet lines, precise yet powerful.

At this floor’s center was a room shrouded in mystery, a place that didn’t obey simple rules but instead responded to the deeper needs of those who found it. Enchanted runes lined the door, delicate but potent, guiding those who entered with an almost invisible hand. Within, the room could shift in form, reflecting Rowena's belief that knowledge was adaptable, expanding and changing according to purpose.

Further below, Hufflepuff’s influence radiated from the kitchens and extended into the castle’s foundation, the magic there warm and steady, like a heartbeat that supported the entire structure. The charm-work was practical and comforting, forming a solid base that kept the castle grounded, providing strength to each room and hallway. There was a tangible warmth to it, a sense of welcome that wrapped around the entire foundation of the castle.

Then, as his gaze moved lower, he sensed a pull from the Chamber of Secrets itself. The image of the chamber glowed with a darker, richer green, the magic swirling in quiet but potent waves. Salazar’s influence was unmistakable here—strong, sharp, and unyielding. His magic wasn’t meant to be openly welcoming like Hufflepuff’s, or intense like Gryffindor’s; instead, it was subtle, a reserved power that held the potential for great force when wielded correctly. The Chamber seemed to pulse in sync with the ring on his finger, as if responding to his presence, reminding him of the control he could wield.

Harry took it all in, trying to understand the intricate web of spells and charms connecting each part of the castle. Every piece of magic, no matter how small, seemed to have a purpose, and every inch of the castle was woven with intent. Hogwarts was more than stone and magic—it was alive, its foundation rooted in centuries of thought, purpose, and magic bound together by the wills of the Founders themselves. He could almost sense them—Gryffindor’s determination, Ravenclaw’s clarity, Hufflepuff’s resilience, and Salazar’s strategic cunning—all blended into the magic.

The structure of Hogwarts pulsed with a renewed energy, the wards settling back into place, stronger and brighter. Harry let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of his command dissipate, the ring cooling on his finger. The vision before him flickered, then faded, the silhouette of Hogwarts dissolving until he was left alone in the Chamber of Secrets.

Basi’s eyes were fixed on him, unblinking, with an expression that seemed approving. “It is done,” the basilisk said, voice reverberating softly in the chamber. “The castle has accepted your command, Master.”

Harry nodded but found his mind drifting back to what he’d sensed while clearing the curse—a faint trace of something else lurking within the wards. It hadn’t felt dark, exactly, but it was definitely strange, like a stray thread patched into the castle’s protective enchantments.

“Fate?” he murmured to himself, squinting as if he could bring that faint trace into sharper focus. Just as he tried to reach for it, the connection slipped away, leaving him empty-handed. Before he could question it further, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

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